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It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Tree
Better
Come
Like
Trees
Leaves
Ought

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